As Rong Qing spoke, his long sleeves drew an arc in the air, and he disappeared from the spot.
Rong Xu narrowed his eyes, but still followed.
They both wanted their unfinished stories to have a different ending. They had poured so much energy into them, how could they bear to have another unsatisfactory ending?
When Lu Qingyan regained consciousness, she found herself lying on a simple bed, and judging from the surroundings, she couldn't guess where she was.
"Huh?" She was a little surprised that she hadn't died. She patted her chest and said, "That arrow was really powerful. I almost thought I wouldn't make it."
She unbuttoned her clothes and looked at herself, only to see a faint pink scar on her body.
She remembered being shot through by the King of Chu with an arrow, but she never expected to be so lucky as to survive.
Is this good luck or bad luck?
"Amitabha, have you woken up, benefactor?" Lu Qingyan felt the curtain in the room move slightly, and then she heard a pleasant voice.
Lu Qingyan looked up and saw that it was a nun. Her face was small and thin, not particularly beautiful, but not ugly either. Her forehead was bald, which made people want to laugh. Ahem, now was not the time for her to laugh.
The nun put down what she was carrying and then left, saying as she went, "Please enjoy your meal, benefactor."
After two or three days, Lu Qingyan finally believed that she was a real living person. Although she was hit by that sword, she did not die because a nun saved her.
It has to be said, this really tests a person's luck. Not everyone can meet someone willing to save them when they are seriously injured.
Lu Qingyan got along very well with the people here, and even forgot some of her troubles. She spent her days chanting scriptures and worshipping Buddha in the front hall, which was quite beneficial.
There were other people living down the mountain, and coincidentally, a young girl was available to work as a maid. The girl was proud and wouldn't have wanted to serve others, but when she met Lu Qingyan, her heart swayed involuntarily.
Lu Qingyan took the girl in and renamed her Qiutang.
Qiu Tang was initially reluctant, but after being smitten by Lu Qingyan's beautiful face for a long time, she finally agreed.
"Miss," Qiu Tang looked at her nervously, "why didn't you go out to listen to the scriptures and worship Buddha today?"
She thought that maybe she just didn't like it anymore, and she didn't feel that she had done anything wrong.
Lu Qingyan looked up at the sky and said, "The weather is nice today. It's a good time to go out for a walk. I'm getting moldy from staying cooped up in the house all the time."
Lu Qingyan smiled sweetly, her delicate figure radiating elegance. She reached out and stroked the peach blossoms blooming on the small tree in front of the courtyard. Springtime was at its best, surpassing even the misty willows of the capital. He felt as if he had only been dreaming, having been in a deep sleep for a while, unaware of the earth-shattering changes that had taken place outside.
Qiu Tang stared intently at Lu Qingyan, her eyes filled with complex emotions—envy, jealousy, pity, and even love. But whether she would win or lose in the final moment, no one knew.
Lu Qingyan chuckled and looked at Qiu Tang, who seemed lost in thought, and asked, "It's only been a short time since we last met, why are you spacing out?"
When Qiu Tang heard his question, she lowered her head with a mixture of curiosity and shyness: "It's not my fault, it's just because Master is too handsome."
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